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Authors: Evelyn Adams
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Haven couldn’t imagine it. As far as she was concerned, this blew the doors off her best-case scenario.
“I believe we are all called to do everything in our power to leave the world a better place than we found it. I have tried to live my life that way.” He stopped, winding the anticipation incrementally tighter with every breath. “It is with that goal in mind that I declare my candidacy for president of the United States of America.”
The crowd went wild, cheering and waving their signs. Justin took a step closer to her and leaned in so only she could hear him.
“He’s the real thing, isn’t he?” he asked, his gaze searching her face for the answer.
Before the speech, she’d have said she thought so, but watching him wind up the crowd and get them excited about his agenda and his candidacy removed any doubt in her mind. Turning her attention back to the man who held the cheering crowd in the palm of his hand, she nodded.
“Yes, he is, and we’re going to make him president.”
T HE HIGH LASTED LESS THAN twenty-four hours. Sandra had been so obsequious after his announcement speech; he should have known the fall would come hard and fast. It wasn’t like this was the first time he’d been through a campaign with her. She rode the wave of the crowd’s adulation for as long as it lasted and then looked to him when it faded to replace the adoration. His attention was never enough. It couldn’t be and a long time ago, he’d simply given up trying.
He sipped his too-hot coffee to avoid having to speak and tried to concentrate on the Sunday morning news show. If he didn’t feed her latest complaints, she’d eventually run out of steam—hopefully quickly—and move on to putting on her layers of war paint and self-righteousness before church.
“I don’t know what you were thinking, letting that woman call the shots. They’ve spent almost the whole hour talking about that stunt she pulled with the secretary of agriculture,” she said, waving a hand at the television. Even in her boxy sleepshirt with her face bare, she was a beautiful woman—more beautiful even than the day he married her. But now, instead of the fresh-faced girl he’d grown up chasing around the beach at Hilton Head, there was something nasty behind her eyes. Maybe it had always been there and he just hadn’t noticed. It was unmistakable now. “Bipartisan, my ass. That man couldn’t care less about building a coalition. You must have promised him something. I can only hope it doesn’t come back to bite you in the ass. You should have had your father introduce you.”
“Because there’s no downside to that?” He wouldn’t call the mother of his children an idiot or a vindictive bitch but goddamn she made it hard sometimes. “You’re right—they have been talking about my announcement almost the whole hour.” Every morning news show had played the secretary’s introduction as well as the bread basket snippet from his speech. The focus had been on the secretary jumping party lines but the visuals had been all him, and they’d all been good. “If the governor had announced me, I’d have barely gotten more than a mention and the talk would all be about family dynasties and entitlement. Believe me. This is better,” he said, wondering why he still bothered. His wife moved in whatever direction served her self-interest at the moment, logic be damned.
She didn’t say anything but the way she tossed her hair clearly telegraphed whatever .
“I’m going to check on the children and get ready. Don’t be late,” she said, turning with a flourish and strutting from the room like she wore her red-soled heels instead of socks.
He ignored the irony of the comment. He could wait until she was completely dressed before starting to get ready and he’d still end up waiting for her. In the beginning, he’d thought her taking so much extra time to get dressed was kind of charming, almost like a ritual from another country.
“I believe we are all called to do everything in our power to leave the world a better place than we found it. I have tried to live my life that way.” He stopped, winding the anticipation incrementally tighter with every breath. “It is with that goal in mind that I declare my candidacy for president of the United States of America.”
The crowd went wild, cheering and waving their signs. Justin took a step closer to her and leaned in so only she could hear him.
“He’s the real thing, isn’t he?” he asked, his gaze searching her face for the answer.
Before the speech, she’d have said she thought so, but watching him wind up the crowd and get them excited about his agenda and his candidacy removed any doubt in her mind. Turning her attention back to the man who held the cheering crowd in the palm of his hand, she nodded.
“Yes, he is, and we’re going to make him president.”
T HE HIGH LASTED LESS THAN twenty-four hours. Sandra had been so obsequious after his announcement speech; he should have known the fall would come hard and fast. It wasn’t like this was the first time he’d been through a campaign with her. She rode the wave of the crowd’s adulation for as long as it lasted and then looked to him when it faded to replace the adoration. His attention was never enough. It couldn’t be and a long time ago, he’d simply given up trying.
He sipped his too-hot coffee to avoid having to speak and tried to concentrate on the Sunday morning news show. If he didn’t feed her latest complaints, she’d eventually run out of steam—hopefully quickly—and move on to putting on her layers of war paint and self-righteousness before church.
“I don’t know what you were thinking, letting that woman call the shots. They’ve spent almost the whole hour talking about that stunt she pulled with the secretary of agriculture,” she said, waving a hand at the television. Even in her boxy sleepshirt with her face bare, she was a beautiful woman—more beautiful even than the day he married her. But now, instead of the fresh-faced girl he’d grown up chasing around the beach at Hilton Head, there was something nasty behind her eyes. Maybe it had always been there and he just hadn’t noticed. It was unmistakable now. “Bipartisan, my ass. That man couldn’t care less about building a coalition. You must have promised him something. I can only hope it doesn’t come back to bite you in the ass. You should have had your father introduce you.”
“Because there’s no downside to that?” He wouldn’t call the mother of his children an idiot or a vindictive bitch but goddamn she made it hard sometimes. “You’re right—they have been talking about my announcement almost the whole hour.” Every morning news show had played the secretary’s introduction as well as the bread basket snippet from his speech. The focus had been on the secretary jumping party lines but the visuals had been all him, and they’d all been good. “If the governor had announced me, I’d have barely gotten more than a mention and the talk would all be about family dynasties and entitlement. Believe me. This is better,” he said, wondering why he still bothered. His wife moved in whatever direction served her self-interest at the moment, logic be damned.
She didn’t say anything but the way she tossed her hair clearly telegraphed whatever .
“I’m going to check on the children and get ready. Don’t be late,” she said, turning with a flourish and strutting from the room like she wore her red-soled heels instead of socks.
He ignored the irony of the comment. He could wait until she was completely dressed before starting to get ready and he’d still end up waiting for her. In the beginning, he’d thought her taking so much extra time to get dressed was kind of charming, almost like a ritual from another country.
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